When I was little I created a fascination of visiting old houses and this one was no exception. This mansion is still full of history and everyone believes there s an evil spirit lurking around every corner but I felt as if it s something else.
It was a Tuesday afternoon I guess; I recall my body felt heavier than usual and my hooves hurt for no reason so I relaxed a bit inside the wide veranda which led to the garden while I watched the rain fall. This time of the month there were light showers followed by the pungent sunlight. Having such a pale color made it easier to withstand.
Lilicat who this stage of my life acted like my shadow jumped up laid beside me and coiled her tail while I began to doze off in a very comfy chair
"I couldn t sleep well last night," I said, "don t make so much noise."
She crawled up to my chest and began to rub her body against my coat. "You re the sweetest thing I have ever seen besides Blak. Sometimes I think I don t deserve you, " I said as I yawned continously.
"There s something odd about this place," I continued , "Do you think this house is haunted, girl?" She responded with a long "meow". "I believe it is; at least I have experienced them. Just because you can t see or hear or even smell something doesn t mean it s not there, right?"
A while later the wind began to blow harder and slightly drench my coat but Lilicat startled.
"It s alright, we re still safe!" She ticked me off when she began to shake herself dry.
"Fine, fine, let s go inside, Miss Kitty and I don t wanna see your paws dirty."
Lilicat headed to the kitchen as soon as she caught a very interesting aroma.
It was Rosie May brewing some tea and considering the temperature was dropping it was almost irresistible.
This time she made some Ruby Red which sparkled like the precious stone and it was just the kind of thing to calm down. Also it was particularly sweet and tangy.
"Goodness!" cried Rosie, "it is coming down harder!"
"Yeah, it s a good thing we entered quickly. I need to get some decent sleep; for some reason my room is no longer a comfortable place to do so."
"Oh really, how come?" she continued.
"I dunno. This might sound a bit over the top but a few a weeks ago after Blak left I kept having nightmares."
"Maybe it s because you miss him so much, Dear! After all you two get along quite well that I began to get used to it."
"That s not the problem, Rosie," I said, "what I mean to say is that as soon as I enter my room it feels very tense. That s why I m practically falling asleep anywhere."
"I wouldn t know about that, sweetie. Possibly it s all in your head."
"Or it possibly reminds me of something."
"Like what?"
"Ehh, I would rather skip that part since it s kind of private."
"I see..." she said nervously. "I sure hope they weren t painful memories."
"Actually they are but that doesn t mean that the world is ending; they happen all the time."
"Right. Do you want some more tea? If you do need to sleep some more..."
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Changing the subject a bit; how s your family?"
"Good, thanks for asking. They didn t take very well the thing about me and Blak, however. What else could I expect? As long as I m happy it s okay with them."
"Don t give your hopes up! I think he s a very nice boy; a bit shy and but very charming and well mannered."
"He is, isn t he?" I said sighing. "He s given me plenty of reasons to feel alive."
"You see, it s not that bad! Making a relationship work is never easy."
"I know, the beauty of it is that the more I find out about Blak the more I get closer to him; we have so much in common yet we come from very different backgrounds." I took another sip of tea and continued, "The more I talk about him the more I yearn for him."
"I m so glad to see you re in love, Dear."
"As long as it doesn t make me lose my mind."
"Oh, you can t help that! I think there was a period of fascination and now it s time to put your hooves on the ground and learn to be patient and confident so when he comes back you ll act like the adult you are."
I smiled, "I forget that sometimes, Rosie. All I can tell you is that I have the heart of a child."
"And that s very good indeed! What I really mean to say is that you act responsibly."
"When I hear that it reminds me of giving up certain habits and be more loyal to my boyfriend."
"Yes! We don t need any more tragedies, after all, we are like a family."
"You re right; it might be unconventional but we are strong."
I kept dragging all the way back to my room. At this point I felt like a boulder.
I swore sometimes that I would never fall in love again but he...he produced a greater effect that any liqeur I had ever tasted. He turned me on faster than any girl would...not that there was a huge difference to the point that I disliked women, it was just that I fancied his company for now and his stunning body.
A while ago someone taught me a phrase, "Love ruins everything." Love kills but it also creates, that sort of thing, as if love dampens your heart so much that it becomes useless.
"It was that strange looking demon gryphon," I said. "She pushed me to do this like it was all planned."
There was a small closet on the right end of my bedroom where I hid my knick knacks including a case with a small turntable. I seldom played but it thought it could get me to sleep; the sound of rain was stressing me out.
The album was called "Stay The Night" by Hoofsker Du; one of those legendary bands that faded away too soon but had left a bunch of hits.
It went something like this:
Hush now baby! Just close your eyes, close your eyes, you pretty little thing Hush now baby! Just close your eyes, close your eyes, I wanna give you everything
Stay the night,
And never let the music die stay the night, dear sweet baby,
don t you make me cry, cry, cry...
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